Just as they passed each other—
Cyril "accidentally" bumped into him.
"Oh—sorry," Cyril said quickly, raising a hand in apology.
The man barely looked at him.
"Watch where you're going," he muttered irritably before continuing on.
But the small plastic ID card that had been clipped to his belt was already gone.
Cyril slipped it smoothly into his pocket without breaking stride.
A few minutes later, Cyril approached the main gate.
Two security guards stood near the entrance, barely paying attention to the stream of employees moving in and out.
Cyril walked confidently toward them, holding the ID card loosely between his fingers.
Confidence was often the best disguise.
Cyril walked into the building.
Inside, the facility looked exactly like every corporate laboratory ever built.
He spotted the receptionist desk.
The woman behind it looked up with mild curiosity as he approached.
"Can I help you?"
